I’m thinking it through, making some changes for me
My head feels so much lighter, not foggy anymore, now that you’re not a whore
I want to be there, I want to be there, I want to be there, or anywhere
Should I move away or should I stay right here, maybe just a few more years
And when I sleep at night, would I feel alright knowing you’re mine
Tell me what to do, would someone tell me what the hell to do, tell me what to do, someone tell me what I should fucking do
I’ve not written in a week or two
See, there’s some things that I would rather not commit to be so true
Speaking aloud to you makes me feel sad and high
Makes me feel alive